In the heart of the city, where the lights never sleep,
Feel that ghetto pulse, it’s the rhythm we keep.
Urban flow like a river, winding through the blocks,
Street wisdom shared in whispers, unlocked behind the locks.
From the corners where we gather, under stars and concrete,
Lyrical heart pumping strong, echoing with the beat.
Broken silence of the night is our canvas to create,
Rebel dreams taking flight, we’re the artists of our fate.
Step to the cypher, feel the energy ignite,
Rhythm king on the throne, ready to unite.
Voices rise like smoke, tales of struggle and triumph,
Every bar a testament, we rise above the grim.
The sirens call, but we hustle through the pain,
With every verse we drop, we break these chains.
From the ashes of despair, we build our own hope,
Striding through the shadows, we learn how to cope.
Navigating through the chaos, the streets are our school,
Lessons learned in hard knocks, the world can be cruel.
But together we stand strong, with that passion in our veins,
In the cipher of life, every voice fits the frame.
So remember when you’re lost, feel the pulse of your heart,
In the rhythm of the struggle, that’s just the start.
With each line we spit, we paint the story true,
As the ghetto pulse beats louder, it’s me and you.
We are the echoes of the past, yet reaching for the light,
In the cycles of the streets, we find our power to fight.
So we rise and we write, with every breath we breathe,
Wrapped in unity, it’s our dreams we weave.
When the night falls down, let’s stand together tall,
With rebel dreams guiding us, we’ll never fall.
As the ghetto pulse fades, remember who we are,
In the fabric of this life, forever shining star.
Hip Hop
Ghetto pulse, Urban flow, Street wisdom, Rhythm king, Broken silence, Lyrical heart, Rebel dreams